Second Time Through Book IChapter 29 Nicky Grace
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As we mounted the steps to the Lodge, Catherine asked, "Michael, would you mind getting me one of those chairs from the great room? They are so much more comfortable than the small wooden one in my room."
I did and she showed me where to place it in her room, then settling into it she said, "Why don't the two of you sit there on the bed? That way I can see you as we speak."
I remained silent, hesitant to scan either of them. I knew there was something she wanted to say, and felt it would be rude to try to get ahead of her.
"Thank you, Michael. You are correct. I do have something important to say, and I appreciate you not getting there ahead of me. Because this is not only for you, but Grace as well. And while your way can be efficient, some things are better said aloud."
Grace looked to me and smiled. I just nodded and remained silent.
"Grace. Next to my son and of course Nicky and Michael, you are the best thing that has ever come into my life. That you came to us because of Michael's tragedy is ... well, I think it's actually a blessing. I almost believe it was ordained. I want you to know that I love you like a daughter. And while I would never dream of replacing your own mother, I hope you will think similarly of me one day."
"I already do ... Mother." Grace said softly.
Tears welled up in Catherine's eyes. "Thank you Sweetheart."
"Do you still feel as you did when we talked last? Do you love him?" Catherine asked her.
"I think I do. I've never felt like this about anyone before. So if this feeling is love, then yes, I love Michael."
Catherine smiled at Grace,
"I think you do too. You look at him the same way I used to look at Greg. Quite by accident, I had the chance to see into Michael's heart yesterday. And I can tell you that he loves you as well, above all others. He may not totally realize it yet. But it's there. I saw it and it is true. He loves you."
Grace smiled at me and squeezed my hand.
"Grace, last week, as we were walking back from the rodeo, you appeared to have had an epiphany, realizing that you could be a permanent part of Michael's life by doing things for him that no one else could. Is this still true?"
"Oh, yes! I know that I want to be a part of his life, and I think I'm falling in love with him. But his life, and my role in it, seems to be so different from anything I ever imagined for myself. I am still trying to sort it all out."
"Is it because of his gift, or his wealth, or his mission, or maybe because of all the other women?" Catherine asked pointedly.
Grace hesitated, thinking it all over.
"Ah! So that's where she's going!" I thought.
"Yes, Michael. That's where I'm headed with this. I'm concerned about Grace. And I don't want her to get lost in the ... uniqueness, shall we say ... of your life. After talking with Grace over the last few months, and especially the last two weeks, I think I know what she's up against. I think she's facing a decision she doesn't quite understand. So I wanted to talk about it with both of you."
I nodded.
"I think I'd like that." Grace said, letting me know she had heard. She was getting more like Catherine all the time.
"Greg was also a time traveler like Michael. And he had a gift for sensing others as well. Although he was never able to do all the things with his gift, that Michael can. As I told Michael last week, I don't know if it's because Greg's nature was more reserved, or Michael just has more of whatever it is. Or it could even be a combination of both," Catherine explained.
"But Greg was a good man. Just like Michael is. I can tell you Michael even looks a lot like him, which I guess would be natural since they are related. But where Greg focused on building an empire, and accumulating resources, Michael has the luxury of not having to do that. I believe that this is one of the reasons that Michael has been given a mission that Greg never had. The resources to accomplish it are already there."
I hadn't thought of it in that way before, but I realized Catherine was right.
"I hadn't thought of that," Grace said, echoing my own thought. "But it makes sense. All the way to Tennessee and back this weekend, I was thinking about all this, but it never crossed my mind that Michael's grandfather was like Michael. I mean with his being a time traveler and his powers and all. That really puts a new light on it for me."
"Well, most of that is because I was close to Greg, and now Michael. In fact, up to this point, I am the bridge between the two generations. And I'll predict that if you choose this unique relationship, that you will become the bridge to the next generation."
"The next generation?" Grace asked.
"Yes. If we accept the premise that Greg began accumulating resources so that Michael could complete his mission, then logic dictates that there is an overall master plan behind all that's happening. A plan that was conceived, implemented, and is being guided by someone or something with powers beyond our scope of imagining. So who's to say that the plan wouldn't encompass future generations as well?"
"Double do-do!" Grace swore. I would find out later, that it was the most profane thing she was allowed to say growing up, and she used it only rarely.
"The big question, of course, is what is this grand scheme?" Catherine said. "Alas, we may never know. For it has already encompassed one generation, and now appears to be headed into the next. So the question becomes, is it a good thing? And then if we determine it is, do you and I want to be a part of it?"
I remained silent. I had already reached my conclusions. This was all for Grace's benefit and the temptation to scan her right now was great. But I was quickly learning it was not always a good thing to watch people internally debate the pros and cons of a situation. It was so much better to scan for an outcome. A decision. Especially when it involved me!
Grace remained quiet. Funny, she was sitting right next to me and I couldn't detect her usual turmoil that she always seemed to be surrounded with.
"Do you understand what I'm asking you Grace?" Catherine asked her.
"Oh Yeah. Although I hadn't put it all together like that. Now I'm beginning to see what you meant when you talked about the uniqueness of Michael's life. I think I just need some time to put all the little pieces together," Grace told her.
"One of the things I realized after Greg told me about his past was that because of his knowledge and his gift, he was unique. And therefore our relationship would be unique as well," Catherine told her. "He was not your normal husband. At first, this troubled me because, like you, I had grown up dreaming of a normal relationship. But soon, I realized that I was attracted to that uniqueness, and in it, I found my role in life. And I have loved it."
I sat there fascinated, as Catherine talked of her life. It seemed to answer several questions I had.
"Grace, I have never told anyone this, but there were also other women in Greg's life. His sister for one. And there were others. But because of the times, and his personality, he was never as open about it as Michael is. He became involved with some of the women to help them. The others I don't know. But he kept them all from me," Catherine said sadly.
"I learned to shield you from my mind Michael, by observing how he shielded me from his. And he died without me knowing everything. However, yesterday, when Michael hit me with his full powered scan, for just an instant, I saw into his heart or soul, or whatever you want to call it. And in that instant, I knew Michael more completely than I ever knew Greg. Or anyone else for that matter. And I won't bother you with all the details, but suffice it to say, I experienced firsthand, the depth of his love and compassion for you," Catherine explained.
Grace squeezed my arm as she leaned over to kiss me softly on the cheek.
"And I experienced the depth of his love for me as well," Catherine added softly, gazing into my eyes. For a moment, there was only she and I. Then she shook her head and looking to Grace, she continued.
"So here is your dilemma Grace. Do you still want a normal relationship? Or are you willing to try a unique one?" Catherine asked her.
Grace remained silent. The urge to scan her was now almost overwhelming. But somehow, I was able to maintain discipline.
"You don't have to answer now Grace," Catherine continued. "But the upcoming events in Michael's life are probably going to force you to make a decision very soon. Or leave you feeling miserable. I will tell you that, regardless of your decision, you will always be my daughter. And you and Natalie will be provided for. You can attend the college and medical school of your choice, and never worry about the cost. The same is true for Natalie. I will also see that your grandmother is provided with the best care and medical attention available. And her last years will be free of financial worries."
"You don't have to do that, Catherine," Grace responded.
"Please. I thought we had settled this already. I am talking to you the same way I would to Nicky. As a matter of fact, she and I will be having a similar discussion, and you don't think she would argue that with me, do you?"
"You're right. I'm sorry, Mom." Grace told her, emphasizing the 'Mom'.
Catherine smiled.
"If you chose the unique relationship, I can tell you that you will always be number one in Michael's life. Don't ask me how I know that, but it's true. I can also tell you that you will not be the only one. Michael has both a huge capacity to love and the willingness to share his love. And that seems to be an important part of this mission that we don't understand completely."
There was silence as Catherine finished speaking. Finally, Grace asked, "Can I talk with Michael before I give you my answer?"
"Of course. Michael is supposed to meet with Sandy and her folks shortly for an early lunch. Why don't you go with him? Then, after lunch, there is an unoccupied cabin up the trail to the warm springs. It's the last one before you get to the springs. I took the liberty of securing it for the two of you for the afternoon. So you could get away and enjoy some privacy while you work this out," Catherine told us.
"Oh, Catherine! How thoughtful!" Grace said as she rose to go to her. "I meant MOM! Thank you, Mom!"
"Just remember, we are having dinner with the Kapaemala's!" Catherine said while both Grace and I hugged her.
"Thank you for talking with us Catherine. I know it helped me to hear all those things like that," Grace told her. "And thank you for taking Natalie and I into your family."
I just smiled. I was going to say something too, but realized it wasn't necessary. This was their moment.
Finally, Catherine said, "Enough! Sandy will be on pins and needles waiting on you. Go! I'll be down later!"
We stopped by the bathrooms and then headed for the Dining Hall to meet the soon-to-be mother of my first child.
I was smiling real big and looking forward to an afternoon alone with Grace. I could feel her smiling too as she walked beside me, holding on to my arm with both hands.
It had become my habit to scan the ranch when I walked. Even though the Russian threat seemed to have been dealt with, at least until we could get to New York next week, I still looked for signs of hostility. And as with many habits, I had gotten used to everything being 'all clear'.
So I was surprised when I actually detected a sniper, some 200 to 250 yards behind me. I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Grace, would you go back and wait with Catherine until I call you?" I asked while I scanned the sniper and then the area around him. I detected another person nearby, with a set of binoculars, but he did not have a rifle.
"What's going on? Why do you want... ?" Grace started to say. Then, "All right, Michael."
I was too busy scanning to reply, and she must have sensed this, for she said nothing else as she went back in the Lodge.
They were both dressed in camouflage, and the sniper was lying prone, with a very long rifle in front of him. The rifle was mounted on a bi-pod, and had a big scope attached to the top. He was looking through the scope, and had become slightly excited when he spotted Grace and me leaving the Lodge. His position gave him a good shot at us all the way to the Dining Hall.
I found it odd that there were no negative emotions. Neither anger nor agitation about seeing us. Nor was there any real seriousness about what he was doing. He was listening to the other person with him drone on about last night's trip to town. I also learned that the rifle's safety was on, and the sniper had made no move to change that.
Sensing no immediate danger, I headed on towards the Dining Hall, scanning as I went.
Sandy, along with her mom and dad and Anna were waiting. There were a few other early diners, but no hostile feeling. I noted Penny was on the balcony, alone. One more scan and everything looked okay.
"Grace, it's clear if you want to join me." I thought to her. She was running from the Lodge before I finished the thought.
I waited until she was on the porch and hugging me.
"Thank you for not questioning me back there. Do you want to see?" I asked her.
She just nodded, as she caught her breath. So I replayed it for her.
She just looked puzzled.
"A test? What kind of test?" she asked.
"Why don't we go see?" I said as I walked into the Dining Hall with her.
It was early for lunch, but there were a handful of people already there. I spotted Sandy, seated with her mom and new dad, along with her new sister, Anna, seated at a table in the back of the room. They did not have trays in front of them, so we headed that way without going through the serving line.
Sandy saw me and smiled real big. My heart went out to her. I knew she had been on an emotional roller coaster the last two days. First, the episode with me on the beach, then the revelation in her dreams, and then finding out her dad wasn't really her dad. Then she discovered that her real dad was her uncle and her cousin was also her half-sister.
"Damn! That sounds like a David Jacobs****creation!" I thought.
The General stood as we approached, but since he didn't offer to shake hands, I kept mine at my side. Instead, I held a chair for Grace and then turning to Sandy, I kissed her on the cheek.
"Good morning, beautiful!" I said to her. Then "Good morning Jaye. Norm."
I could feel him bristle at a teenager calling him by his first name.
I walked around Grace's chair to Anna, kissing her on the cheek as I thought to her, "Please stay cool, darling, your daddy's not gonna like this!"
She cringed a little as she tried to smile.
I returned to my chair, sat down, and looked straight at the general.
There are times when I refrain from using my gift, because it's better to have someone voice what they are feeling. It seems to help us as humans to get it out. Then there are other times. Like now.
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